☆ Note - this is not for everyone. There's probably bondage, gay sex or references to it and definitely images of extreme sex, questionable consent, outright non-consent, and blackmail and there might be verbal degradation and abuse. I know this. No need to comment if you are just going to attack the author for writing it. You kept reading it.
What does that make you?
This is a complete and utter fantasy that will never ever happen - it's the same as elves and dwarves and a faithful wife. NOT REAL. You've been warned.
I'd never been roofied before.
I'd never been bathed like a pampered pet by a sexy little Irish twink before either. Both of those things were patently wrong by all my experience and inclination.
So why was my cock so hard and why did Sweet Billy's lips look so very, very delicious to me?
To say my emotions were mixed about what was happening was an understatement.
I'm not saying I was raped. I mean well, except for not cumming, I definitely enjoyed the pampering.
Hell! Hit me again, Bartender!!
Look, all I'm saying is that...well, this was a first for me and I was beginning to think I wanted more.
"Stand please, Sir, and I'll get you tucked in snugly," William said.
So, in my daze, I stood and William led me, not to the twin bed, but to the bench where he sat me gently onto the wood and pressed me backwards. I'd just about worked out that I was going to be dressed into some pajamas, when William walked behind the bench and reaching between the back and the seat took both of my wrists and pulled them down and back. Somehow cuffing them securely.
"Ummm. Billy boy? What are you doing?"
"Tucking Sir in, of course." William stated, as he calmly walked back around in front of me and lifted my left leg off the floor and strapped it in two places firmly to the front facing of the bench. He repeated this with my right leg, leaving me seated on the narrow bench but with both knees sticking up in the air and spread wide apart. I wasn't struggling probably due to the disbelief and the drugs. I was confused and kind of floating through my thoughts. Spacey.
William left the room and returned shortly after with another man.
"Set out the implements please, Mr. Sharpe and I will finish tucking Sir in."
As Mr Sharpe came and went from the room several times, I watched him set up a folding table, and bring in several dark leather cases full of things he started laying out. My fuzzy mind worked out that he was the driver from earlier.
"You're the driver? I don't have a driver." I stated confidently to the room.
"Indeed you do, Sir. Mr. Sharpe is your driver and a good one. I am William Seaworth, your...well, body man, as our employer stated previously. We are here to attend to your needs, Sir."
"Seaworth and Sharpe?"
"Yes, Sir. Exactly. Now Sir, I feel I must warn you that the service Mr. Sharpe and I are about to perform for you is to be considered confidential. Other gentlemen likely wouldn't understand. So we shall stay silent if questions arise. There's a good gentleman."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, starting to get nervous.
Maybe the drugs were losing some potency? My cock was still hard. My eyes still darting to William's lips. Huh. Maybe not.
A strap was passed across my chest fixing me firmly in place to the back of the bench's frame. Then William knelt down. Between my legs. Looked me right in the eyes and with that pretty mouth said, "Ready to begin, Sir? We've a man's work ahead of us, I'm afraid."
My cock was actually trying to point itself at Sweet Billy's mouth as I watched him reach down between my legs and under the bench. It looked like he adjusted something and the part of the bench immediately under my ass was removed. There was still enough support to hold me but I was suddenly very much...open. My straining cock was pointing upright. My balls were tucked tight underneath and my ass was suddenly...available.
"Ready Mr. Sharpe?" said William.
Mr Sharpe turned from the table and rolled his sleeves up slowly then produced a butchers apron from somewhere and after tying it around himself said, "Yes, Mr. Seaworth. I'll glove up and prep my instruments while you proceed."
"Right. Now, Sir," William said, as he fastened what felt like a seatbelt low across my hips, "I think we need to get some things straight. Best to begin as we mean to continue, as it were."
He reached between my legs and he grabbed my swollen balls with his small bare hand. Leaning close to my face he whispered "A gentleman is always respectful of his servants. But you are no gentleman, Sir. You called me "Billy."
He was tugging my balls down as he continued speaking. It wasn't painful. But it could be. So I felt like I should be quiet and listen closely.
"In fact Sir, you have repeatedly referred to me as "Sweet Billy". Only those persons whom I consider my most intimate friends call me Billy. So, let's you and I become very, very intimate indeed."
At this point William began stroking my cock, tip to root. His other hand pulling my balls down away from my body.
"No, no, no, Arrrrgh!"
"Feel free to scream Sir. We're going to be pushing some boundaries this evening and...I...want....to...hear...how...sweet...I.....am."
I was held tightly by the straps. And William. I closed my eyes, because I wanted to cum from his hand job, but I was ashamed, and that earned me a vicious ball squeeze.
"No Sir, a gentleman hides nothing from his body man. Look me in the eyes."
I was forced to look him in the eyes while I tried to cum. Of course, every time I tried to cum he tugged my balls down farther and wouldn't let me. I was moaning, cursing, and yes, begging. My drug addled brain allowing me right to the point of release but preventing me from finishing. That and William's firm grip on my balls.
"Ask me nicely, Sir. Say please. Call me by the little pet name we will use just between us."
"Nnnnyahhh!!! Please, please please! Sweet Billy! Please let me cum. Please I'll do anything. Please! Sweet Billy!
"Look at me. Look at me, Sir."
He never stopped stroking but released my balls and reached up and pinched my nipple firmly.
